One soft touch, one sweet kiss, two bodies combining fully into one. "Noah.." Rachel whispered breathlessly into his ear before he finished his actions, rolling off her petite body, his chest heaving with effort. "We can't continue doing this, not anymore." His gaze fell onto her, his eyes wide. "We both know this is wrong. Finn is your friend! He's my fiance!" Rachel covered herself with a small blanket, her heartbeat racing uncontrollably. She didn't want to stop doing this, not at all, and her heartbeat seemed to give her away.

"You don't want to stop, and neither do I." He caressed her face slowly, drifting down to her waist. She pushed his hand away, a small tear rolling down her face. He took this as his cue to leave, collecting his clothes from across the bedroom, soon putting them back on his body. They always ended the night this way. "Look, if you don't want me to come back tomorrow, just keep the window closed, I'll understand."

Their eyes remained on one another, both of them looking at what they couldn't live without. Each other. "It'll be open." Rachel whispered quietly. And with one quick nod, and a quiver of a smile, he re-opened her bedroom window, climbing down back onto the street that lied below.

Rachel couldn't carry on hiding this anymore. A restless night awaited her as she layed back on her bed, missing his sweet and soft touches already. But she couldn't love him, right? There's no way she was in love with him. This relationship revolved around passion and lust, not love and caring. Puck made her agree to that at the start, and she obliged willingly. But without him, she felt lost, uncomplete, like there was a huge gaping hole in her heart, and only he could fill it.

When Rachel finally succumbed to a fitful sleep, her dreams were filled of Noah.